I’ve heard rumors that I had given up on the knitting. That we’d broken up because of my gross neglect, and that no matter what I tried to do, the knitting wouldn’t come back to me.
Well that’s a load of crap. The knitting and I couldn’t be happier together. Sure, we don’t always spend as much time together as we’d like, but sometimes that happens in a relationship. The knitting understands that. I understand that. People, you need to understand that. Just because we’re not talking about each other doesn’t mean we’re not together anymore. The knitting knows where its place is in my heart and that nothing will ever replace it.
Even though the knitting currently looks like boiled ass because it hasn’t been blocked, I still love it. I still hold and carress it. Sometimes we even cuddle. I’m willing to look past its current state because I know that when it finally matures into what it’s capable of being, it’s going to be beautiful. No one can take that away from us.
Sure, we still have our bad days and we have doubts. But that’s normal in any relationship. For instance, the knitting is currently in a growing stage and we’re not sure how long we want to make it last. On the one hand, it’s pretty long now, but on the other hand, it could be longer. Now longer doesn’t always mean better, but in this case, it might. We’re also considering accessorizing. Maybe a little fringe. We’re not sure yet, but we do know one thing for sure. We’re going into this together. We’re doing it together. And in the end, it will be a beautiful thing we have together no matter what. So you can just quit with the rumors that we’re not together anymore. It’s just not true.
You crack me up.
My last comment is supposed to start with the phrase “looks like boiled ass”.
Oh gosh, you’ve been talking to the chick at Knit Nouveau, haven’t you? (not Mercedes, the older woman who works there). Okay, okay, I admit it. I told her that my knitting friends have abandoned me – something about it being too hot to knit in Alabama in the summertime – and well, I suppose I lumped you into that group of non-summertime-knitting-Alabamians.
I’m happy to see I was wrong.